i miss my blue sister, so wide and welcoming and mad.

i miss the Andaman sea.

it's been an odd sort of year. a lot of it seems to have happened inside my mind. probably should have chronicled it better. ah well.

i've been sketching things lately. they kinda look like storyboards. or comics.

maybe that's where the words have been running off to.

i should care more, but it's a sunday night, and the mean reds are laying in wait for tomorrow.
good night, universe. keep doing that thing you do so well. especially the existing part, it's my favourite.